After Hours

Dusk comes cool and sleek as a can
seeping shadows,
oil silent easing song to sleep,
restless rustles dewslicked down.

Soaring pillars echo the dying blast,
warm swarf sparkling
on darktangled twigs;
here
and there leaves flash
jagging the sinking brightness.

Heat's battering still
air dull lead holding space
the furnace
distance slaked ash soft grey;
all wrought today
is left
cooling in moonlight